I've got this little black book filled with the things that I'm too afraid to speak outloud
So I'll bite my tongue and watch these kids as they curse my name from the back of the crowd
And every word takes too much time
'Cause it's write, write off, erase, rewrite
So curse my name all you want, but you'll still think of me when you see those signs
Oh, Ye of Little Faith
Drop my name and save your face
Oh, Ye of Little Faith
(You're not singing, but I know you want to)
And maybe if I sounded like those bands you liked from back in high school
You'd give me all your money because nostalgia sells, but I sure as hell don't
Oh, Ye of Little Faith
Drop my name and save your face
Oh, Ye of Little Faith
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
(You're not singing, but I know you want to)
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
Do you think me stupid, oh Father?
Oh Father?
Do you think me stupid, oh Father?
Oh Father?
You think you're so fucking clever
You think you're so
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
(You're not singing, but I know you want to)
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
(You're not singing, but I know you want to)
(Oh Father! Oh Father!)
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
You Think You're So Fucking Clever
I Think I'm So Fucking Clever